Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

The morning fog cast a layer of gauze over the bright sky.

The deserted countryside welcomed two travelers.

The smell of war and coke filled the air. It was the smell that most aroused the agitation of monsters. However, they were not aware of the danger. They were riding horses as if they were on an outing.

If you look closely, you will find that travelers are not outing without purpose.

A white star, dragging a long tail, floats in front of two white horses, guiding the direction.

"Hate, the hatred of foolish mortals has never ceased since the time of migration, when the elves' white ship ran aground on Skellige."

“It makes people laugh when they think about it.”

Vilgefortz narrowed his eyes.

Lydia followed the man's gaze and looked over.

Black smoke replaced the smoke from cooking, rising sparsely on the ground.

"That's Sirondo. The day before yesterday, King Lone lost another stone bridge there. It's said that more than 300 people died." Lydia spoke calmly.

Just like his father Haxor's Big Maw King, the Lone King is the new king of Kaedwen, Lado, and his new nickname is spread among the people.

"The new king, who has been betrayed by his relatives, mistook the reflection cast on the lake for the stars in the night sky," Vilgefortz shook his head regretfully, "He doesn't even know who is really in control of the kingdom, so how can he win?"

"Won't it affect our plan?" Lydia asked worriedly. "Demavi II of Aedirn is very repulsive to wizards. It is said that Fritz, who was originally a court mage, was put on magic-blocking golden shackles and imprisoned in a prison. In the dungeon."

"Not only the front lines, but all border cities in Aedirn are now prohibiting wizards from entering."

"I heard that Lady Tisaya has been busy recommending the sorceresses of Arethusa to the nobles of Aedirn in recent months."

"in addition……"

"Caroline of Temeria, Samantha of Tritog, Alice, and even Vera, the bloody red fox who has always been reclusive, have shown their willingness this year to compete for the position of the Supreme Council newly established last year. This time, I also plan to speak out to increase the number of female sorcerers in the High-level Warlock Council..."

"These are all your Aretusa's secrets, right?" Vilgefortz smiled gently, "Is that what you're telling me?"

The man's voice was full of charming magnetism, making people unconsciously want to hear more from him.

"Vigo..." Lydia, whose entire mind was immersed in the wizard's smile, seemed to be murmuring in a sweet dream, "My destination is not in Aretuosa..."

Wilgefortz did not answer, still maintaining a gentle smile.

"It won't affect it," he shook his head, "Kaedwen is much stronger than Aedin. The current predicament is just because of the power struggle in Kaedwen's court, but when the lonely king completely compromises or completely wins... …Of course this is unlikely…the war between the two countries will end soon.”

"Aedirn rejects wizards and admits sorceresses, which will affect the power structure of the Brotherhood of Warlocks, but don't forget how to balance it. After all, four of the five members of the Talents and Skills Association are wizards and are born in Ben Ade. , and the one with the highest status is Henry Gedimidis.”

"As for the other high-ranking wizards, Ban Ad's wizards have the upper hand."

Hearing this, Lydia's eyes lit up: "Yes! It was Hen Gedimidis who invited you to Ben Ad."

"So what if it's not?" Vilgefortz was riding a white horse, his body upright and elegant. "The selection is ultimately based on results."

"Weige..."

The strong confidence in Wilgefortz's tone made Lydia breathless.

Just when she wanted to say something.

"Bell~"

The swaying stars with long snow-white tails flickered and made strange noises to interrupt Lydia, who then accelerated and flew towards the dense forest.

Wilgefortz and Lydia immediately fell silent and galloped on their horses.

The small birch forest is covered with plant roots and branches, like the tentacles of the devil in hell.

The strange smell gradually became clearer.

"quack--"

The crows were frightened by the unexpected visitor and flew away, leaving only a hoarse cry.

"Herodus~"

As his eyes fell from the dark crow feathers in the sky, Vilgefortz immediately tightened the reins and stopped the horse.

What you see is a hell called the battlefield.

Rusty swords and shields, defeated flags stuck on the ground, overturned carriages, and of course... countless corpses, all war-related elements can be found in this place.

"Da da da~"

The white horse, driven by its owner, entered reluctantly.

Recite a spell to drive away several ghouls licking the corpses of their own kind.

Lydia looked a little pale as she watched the stars condensed by magic, flying from one monster's corpse to another, finally stopping above a pool of dark blood.

"Are you okay?" Wigfortz said with a slightly worried tone.

"It's okay, it's just a little too disgusting."

Vilgefortz nodded, and the sapphire ring on his right index finger shone with azure light.

When the brightness of the glow reached its peak, he waved it gently.

The white magic stars spread instantly and turned into a translucent light mist, covering the entire old battlefield.

Ghouls, rot demons, humans and demon hunters, blurred white illusions transformed into various forms, fighting silently and at extremely fast speeds on this dark and brown land that seemed to be cursed.

"Ilar's vision of the stars is so clear. At most three days ago, they were still on this battlefield..." Lydia said excitedly, "We are almost catching up!"

Although it was fun to be alone with Vilgefortz, sleeping in the open air was definitely not as comfortable as being in the wizard's tower.

What's more.

As long as those demon hunters are captured, Wigefortz will definitely be supported by Ben Ade, the radical wizard headed by Sunny, at the year-end conference.

Wilgefortz was not as excited as Lydia.

He frowned and pulled on the reins.

The white horse stepped forward meekly and walked to the pool of blood where Ilar's star finally stayed.

The surrounding white illusion was lively, but there was nothing on the extremely obvious huge blood stain.

Vilgefortz scanned the surroundings intently, but could not find a phantom figure that could overlap with the huge traces on the ground.

Lydia noticed something strange about the wizard: "What's wrong, Vigo?"

"There is an illusion missing here." Vilgefortz frowned. "According to the size of the traces, it should be the giant ghoul, a corpse-eating creature."

Lydia rode over curiously and observed carefully for a few seconds: "There is indeed an illusion missing."

"The demon hunter who killed this giant ghoul was not involved in killing the water ghost that Miguel gave him blood?"

"Or maybe someone who is not our tracking target has joined in?"

Vilgefortz said nothing.

Lydia's guess was reasonable, but he felt something was wrong.

Ilar's star illusion is the ancient elven magic they excavated from the ancient elven ruins. It is specially used to track the ancient elven magic. It has a very close connection with the ancient god of fate who has no name.

Also because it involves fate.

Even though ancient magic is already difficult and obscure, the difficulty of practicing Ilar's Star Illusion has increased hundreds of times.

Almost only someone like him, who has a strange connection with the world and the elements, can learn it.

But equally commensurate with the difficulty is the spell effect of Ilar's Star Illusion.

It is not prophecy or divination, but it is more mysterious than prophecy and divination, and its principle is difficult to understand, just like...

A black box.

As long as there is some kind of fateful connection with the target, it should be presented in the form of an illusion.

He glanced up again.

Ghouls, carrion demons, witchers... and humans...

Is it possible that these white illusions in human form have been following the demon hunters?

"Viggo!"

Lydia suddenly shouted, interrupting Wigefortz.

"That direction is... Aden?" After seeing the direction in which the white phantom was going, Lydia's expression suddenly changed, "Weige... they really crossed the battlefield and headed for Aden!"

"It doesn't matter," Vilgefortz comforted softly, "Aedirn banned wizards and only then united with Arethusa."

"Without the wizard, we can only catch low-level wizards through mortal searches."

"But we must speed up." Vilgefortz suddenly remembered something, and his expression suddenly became serious. "We must stop the demon hunters before they arrive at Vengerberg, otherwise the stars of Eral will be destroyed because of the King of Aedirn." All the power is isolated and dissipated.”

Vilgefortz waved his hand.

The white illusions on the huge old battlefield instantly condensed into stars, dragging pure white tail flames and flying south.

The flight speed was obviously half faster than before arriving on this battlefield.

"call!"

The white horse galloped, the wind howling in my ears.

Vilgefortz pulled on the reins, but he kept thinking about the missing illusion.

There are only a few words in the ancient elven ruins, and it is the first time since Ilar learned the star illusion that he is using it to chase strangers.

He really couldn't decide which guess about the disappearance of the illusion was correct.

Of course, Lydia's guess was more reasonable, but Wigefortz always felt that it was another reason that even he himself couldn't believe.

Is... can anyone really escape the detection of fate?

who is he?

Thinking of this, a familiar prophecy appeared in Vilgefortz's mind, and his heart suddenly accelerated and pumped the blood all over his body.

"Huh~"

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva to moisten his suddenly dry throat.

"I don't want to anymore!" Vilgefortz took a deep breath to calm his suddenly agitated heart, "No matter what the possibility is, as long as those demon hunters are caught, the truth will come out."

As for whether it is possible to capture all the demon hunters alive...

Vilgefortz never considered the possibility of failure.

after all.

Wizards are the creators of this world.

Witcher...

It is just one of countless failed works of the Creator.

…

next day

Afternoon.

After the summer solstice, time quickly moves into the sun and the moon.

The scorching sun also showed its true power.

Venger Castle, one of the few fortified cities in the northern continent, was distorted in the air. The city walls, city gates, and the protruding palace built against the mountain inside were like the special-shaped candle lanterns molded by highly skilled craftsmen that were melted by the flames.

Only the metal dome of the royal palace shone like flowing gold.

Look down.

The crowds coming and going into the city had to avoid the blooming sun. Everyone was weak, even the knights and soldiers wearing armor.

Or maybe the reason why these humans are so depressed is not because the sun only shows its majesty for dozens of days a year, but...

"唳——"

Terrifying and angry howls tore through the sky, causing the city already distorted by the heat to tremble.

The crowd walking on the wide avenue in front of the gate of Wengerburg heard the howling, abandoned the carriages, goods and everything that affected their movements, and hid in the shadows of the city walls, the grass and wheat fields on both sides of the avenue, and all places where they could hide.

In the blink of an eye, the entire avenue was empty.

It can be seen that they are very skilled.

"Here we come!"

A light shout came from the grass at least a thousand meters away from Wengerburg.

Immediately afterwards.

"Buzz~"

The moment the subtle but intense buzzing sound sounded, the huge pressure suddenly pressed down from the top of the head, as if the sky with the scorching sun hanging on it collapsed.

Then a large area of ​​shadows covered the sky and cast a huge shadow on the ground.

The demon hunter hiding in the grass quietly looked up at the sky.

The curved beak of the eagle, the sharp claws of the lion.

The sparse feathers could hardly cover the red body, and the huge wings that blocked out the sun and the sky...

"It's the great griffin!" Vesemir squinted his eyes and spoke softly, as if he was afraid of waking up the monster in the sky.

Erin, who was beside Vesemir, did not look at the swooping great griffin, but looked in the direction from which the monster came.

There was a towering mountain with snow on the top and a white cloud belt around the waist.

It was also part of the Blue Mountains.

It was just that because it could be seen by the nobles of Vengerberg, it was not like the ones around Kaer Morhen, which had no name.

Ard Rhena (Ancient language: Ard Rhena) probably means the sublime queen or the supreme queen.

"Huh~"

The huge wings like clouds blew up the wind, blowing down large areas of golden wheat.

The witcher's vision was also obscured.

All that could be heard was the mad howling of the great griffin, as if it was looking for the enemy who killed its relatives.

Soon it passed the wheat field where the demon hunters were.

The two demon hunters quickly pushed aside the broken wheat stalks and looked in the direction of Vengerburg.

Faintly, a few cold lights flashed on the towering tower of Vengerburg.

When Ailin was curious about what that was.

"Zheng——"

"Swish!"

Several iron arrows of almost two meters, flashing with cold light, shot directly at the great griffin from the tower.

Ailin's heart was instantly tightened.

Although it was wrong to think so, he had already regarded this great griffin as his own property.

Except for the dragon.

The best monster that the giant beast hunting of the one-eyed clan could capture was basically the great griffin.

The more powerful sub-dragon monsters such as pterodactyls, fork-tailed dragons, and giant lizards were not only irritable, but also more difficult to find. They usually lived in groups in the Flying Dragon Mountains of Hengfors.

And he just wanted a flying monster for transportation, and did not intend to let it participate in the battle.

That's why we dealt with it before, and there was a big griffin targeting mixed animal oil, which was just right.

"No," Vesemir shook his head, "The people of Aedirn don't know how to use the dragon crossbow at all. It's too slow, and there's not even a red magic glow. It's just using it as an ordinary bed crossbow."

Sure enough.

The big griffin just howled again in anger and flapped its wings.

The green light mixed with the strong wind instantly blew down several iron arrows.

Then it fell into Vengerburg and was blocked by the city wall.

The demon hunters hiding in the wheat field could only hear the rumbling sound of destruction and the furious cry of the big griffin.

After a while.

The monster vented its anger, waved its wings that covered the sky and flew back along the original path.

"Hu~"

The strong wind blew through the wheat field again.

Even if they couldn't see the damage in Vengerburg, they could realize it just by looking at the large pieces of broken straw that were leaking juice around them.

Because of this big griffin, Aedirn suffered heavy losses.

The big griffin flew over the wheat field where the witcher was hiding. Vesemir and Arlin looked at its back and shouted in unison:

"Chase it!"